Maybe it's all Trap's fault, but international football just leaves me cold
I was having a word with this paper's football correspondent Daniel McDonnell as he was leaving OTB towers Monday night. He was discussing his enduring love for international football as Martin O'Neill prepares for his third gig as Ireland gaffer tonight.
I was surprised; I no longer share his passion. Maybe it's just the scars of the last decade of watching the Boys in Green or perhaps Ireland's exclusion from June's big samba party in Brazil, but I've begun to loathe international football.
Serbia roll into the Aviva and it's all set up for an evenly fought 1-1 draw with a few eye-catching individual flourishes, the odd flare in the crowd and 90 minutes of pedestrian football starring 22 men trying their hardest not to injure themselves.